Seeing

Lights are flashing,
Reflections from a
Rain, wet street.

Cars are rushing,
Through the puddles,
Dampness is on the feet,
Of a passerby.
Sun is absent,
Lost in cloud banks,
Showers start to fall.

People running,
Fast for shelter,
Less they soon are wet,
From the showers.

Such is Springtime,
End of Winter,
West wind, starts to sing.
Back to life,
Comes brown grasses,
Birds perch out on trees
And life continues.